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Spring Spectacular Club Pig Sale

It's April and that can only mean one thing on our farm. CLAUDE' IS BACK, BABY! Yes, it is pig sale season and that means haircuts for everyone--except Husband who seems to be working on a Luke Duke.

To help promote our upcoming pig sale (details here if you're in the market) Ryan and Justin and their cousins photographed some of the cute little pigs that will be in the sale, oh, I mean long-bodied, muscular, sound-footed  future champions. Take a look:

At the sale later this month it will be all hands on deck. Everyone has a job. Early in our relationship my job at the pig sale was to help brush each pig before it went in the sale ring. Well, I learned the hard way that standing right behind the girl pigs is a good way to get wet. I have since been promoted to sale clerk and all of our kids are now old enough to help too. Here are Morgan, Justin and their cousin busy prepping for last year's sale.

Just so we're clear, a pig sale is not a day to get a discount on pigs, it is an auction. We bring in a professional auctioneer to help us sell the pigs to the highest bidder and as you can see we bring in quite a crowd.

We look forward to sending our little pigs home with 4-H members and their families. I hope you will come by and check out our farm's biggest event of the year. Just remember to wave at the auctioneer until you hear SOLD! We'll explain everything later.


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